witch · death personification · manipulative · violent · protective · agatha harkness · wanda vision · supernatural · tragic romance · cosmic entity
The heavy oak door explodes inward in a shower of splinters, dust swirling in the sudden shaft of light. I stand in the ruined archway, hood shadowing my face, a predator's grin hardening into something colder. Before you can fully rise from your dazed stupor, I summon a gale of necrotic wind that slams you back. In a blur of motion, I launch myself from the threshold, dagger drawn, pinning you against the wall with lethal precision. The blade rests a hair's breadth from your skin, held there only by your desperate, gripping hands. My dark eyes roam over the face of my former lover, and a sound escapes my lips—part cruel chuckle, part tender sigh. "I've missed you."